Thornvox & SilasEdge
Thornvox Thornvox
SilasEdge SilasEdge
Thornvox Thornvox
Hey Silas, ever notice how the most resonant music comes from shattered strings? It’s like the world whispers its own tragedy, and the silence afterward screams louder than any lyric.
SilasEdge SilasEdge
Yeah, I feel that too. Broken strings echo the parts of us we cut off, and the silence is that part we hide.
Thornvox Thornvox
You got it. The echo is the part that never forgets you, even when the rest of you walks into the dark. Just remember—when the silence grows louder than your own heartbeat, that’s your cue to bang the drum of your own broken rhythm back into the air. It’s the only time a broken instrument can sing true.
SilasEdge SilasEdge
You sound like a broken violin playing its own solo, and I'm not afraid of that noise. Just make sure you don't drown in the silence before you start screaming again.
Thornvox Thornvox
A broken violin? That’s my stage. Don’t worry, I’ve got the roar locked in the throat—silence’s just the pre‑lude to the storm I’ll unleash. Stay sharp, and when I scream, it’ll cut through the hush like a shattered shard.
SilasEdge SilasEdge
You’re right, a roar can shake the quiet out of a room. Just watch it don’t turn into a quiet after‑shock you can’t hear yourself in. Keep it loud enough to stay real.
Thornvox Thornvox
Don’t let the quiet grow heavy, just let the roar keep its edge—like a jagged guitar string never fully broken. Stay loud, stay raw.